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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 9:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 9:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 9:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:06 pm
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The guards are uneasy as L walks past them. neutral stare L narrows her eyes to slits and walks purposefully up to Flame's door, opening it and finding no one. Nostrils flaring, she does the same for the other two men's rooms. Angry, she flies open Icy's door, looking for dame, it hitting the wall with a resounding CRACK. She stomps across the floor and swings the bathroom door open as well, seeing a smashed phone, she seethes. L notices some smears on the bathroom mirror and tries to make them out. Frustrated that she can't, she storms over to the shower and turns the water on hot. She irritatedly leaves the room and straight up to the guards, speaking in a very low voice, "Where. Are. THEY?! scream "
Getting nothing but intolerable babbling, she marches back into Icy's bathroom only to see these words blaring her in the face, '******** you, L.' in what can only be her sister's handwriting. "SONUVABITCH! scream ", she yells and clenches her fists. She then bellows out orders, "SMITH! JOHNNY!" L comes out of the room, "Track them. Janra, Tizonerne, get me the handheld. They are going down...especially that little b***h with the purple hair...Teach her to leave me..." twisted evil
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:26 pm
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Internet cafe? Oh that's good, that's real good. Okay, let's not let any more grass grow under our feet. Come on
-grabbing dame by the hand, he leads them across the parking lot and on the other side of the street from the hospital. Ducking deep into the district, they keep their eyes peeled for either internet cafes or payphones. Soon, they come across both within the same vicinity. Using the phone, he sends dame and the men into the cafe to access the net, in search of wire-transfer receivables. Mentally pulling up his extreme emergency contact list, he makes a few calls, enlisting the help of a papers adjuster, setting a few wire transfers up, and standby operatives in case s**t gets heated real fast. Giving locations and names, he's got what he needs for his group within fifteen minutes. Walking into the cafe, he takes a seat next to dame while Stubbs and Horne finish gathering all the information they can.
They'll have to sit tight until they find a place to pick up the money, hoping someone was still open and available at this time of night. He looks at dame, with one foot pulled up in her chair and her cheek resting on her knee, and wonders again what it is that draws him to her so. She's so innocent looking, but the farthest thing from it. The eyes. She looks through all the bullshit, all the inconsequential mess of life and sees the good in people. The fact that she can hold her own, better than some. She's not afraid to get her hands dirty, yet has a sensitive spot. She's eighty percent devil, twenty percent angel. Just his kind of woman-
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 11:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 11:19 pm
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